These Are My Dreams

i dreamed that the three of us tried ecstasy in your basement.  the colors were too bright and i got tired, so i watched you and b like i do when we smoke.  you were just as funny as you are when you’re high.  e got mad at us because we didn’t share with her, even though you don’t know her.  then she disappeared, and the three of us curled up and watched adventure time.  i was warm, and the dream ended.

I’ve had this domain (thesearemydreams.net) for two years now, but it’s expiring soon and I’ve chosen not to renew it. If you follow on Tumblr you shouldn’t notice any change, but sometime within the next few days thesearemydreams.net will go down and thesearemydreams.tumblr.com will be the sole URL for this site. The submission page is changing to thesearemydreams.tumblr.com/submit.

Thanks for being a part of this, I never imagined it’d be around this long.

The dream started with me and my friend walking through this huge multi-roomed mansion. My buddy was reluctant to stray from the group we were with, but I wanted to explore. We went down a flight of stairs with a door on the landing. I opened the door and went through. On the other side was a bunch of bedrooms. I instantly knew, somehow, that I wasn’t supposed to be here. A bunch of Indian (not native american) people started to poke their heads out of the rooms and give me strange looks. Not wanting to disturb them, I turned and left with my buddy. We returned to our group that we had left. I was disappointed I wasn’t able to explore further. Our group leader was quite upset with us, since we didn’t tell anyone where we were going. In the second part of the dream, I was with two other people I didn’t know. We all had light sabers and were fighting this Rancor type creature. We ran into a building with sliding garage door and shut ourselves inside to try and hide form the thing. My two partners were giggling like mad and I tried to shush them. The rancor smashed the back door in and came after me. I cut it’s arm off. 

IN the first part of my dream, I was standing around with one of my friends, when all of a sudden, we heard a T-rex coming. We ran down the street, looking for a car we could take. We hopped in a SUV and took off. The T-rex followed us. I tired to shake him by crashing through back yards, taking out all kinds of fences. But eventually we got corned, and the T-rex caught up. Everything reset, and we got another go at it. This time my friend was driving,  and she was going pretty good, until we came to a fork in the road. I told her to go one way, but she went the other. The T-Rex darted out next to us, and bit me. She swerved, and drove us off a cliff. We reset a third time, and this time I was driving. We managed to get away that time. In the second part of the dream, I was at a fighting game tournament. The fight was about to start, when I really had to go to the bathroom. I asked the ref if I could go real quick, and he said yeah. I ran to the bathroom, and as soon as I finished going, my opponent walked into the bathroom. We exchanged words, and he came at me. I punched him in the head, but he was a big guy and kept coming. We went to the ground, and were beating up on each other. I managed to push him off, and stand up. He asked if I was wimping out, and I told him that I wasn’t gonna fight him here. Apparently that was some kind of test, and the ref came out of nowhere and told me I’d won the tournament. 

I’m going down a road in my neighborhood at night, toward what would normally be just a steep hill, but now is a huge cliff, overlooking a huge sprawling city. It seems like every light in the city is on. I remember thinking that I really wish I had my camera to take a picture. 

It started as one of my usual, hated dreams of myself being back, stuck at highschool. I had an idea of what was going to go on, I’ve done this so many times before, dream of being sent back. It can be annoying no doubt. But soon I see one of my old friends which I’m very happy about, so much I toss aside everything else on my mind. I force myself to be with him, making sure to hold on, control somewhat of my dream. We hang out, chat during classes as if it was just like back then, I’m very distracted from the fact that I was dreaming of school. But then eventually it hits me how wrong it all was. I remember what was supposed to be happening, present time and the fact that hes not actually alive, but I ignore it and continue being with him. We talk about some things, I try and say things I’ve always wanted, wished to. Things I regreted and all. But eventually I say something along the lines that I’m sorry. And I start crying which lead to me waking up. I’ve had many dreams with him, it being like this but for some reason when I woke up that time it hit me harder than all the others.

In the first part of the dream, I’m going to the ATM with my brother. I walk up to the ATM and there’s this old lady standing off to the side. I ask her if she needs anything, and she just mumbles. I shrug and swipe my card in the ATM. As soon as I do that the old lady pulls a gun on me and tells me to take out all the money I can. I swear at her, but hit the max withdraw button. A huge wad of cash comes out of the machine. The old woman takes it from me and gets in this huge RV and starts to drive away. I yell at my brother to look at the license  plate, but he’s too busy on his phone. I try and remember the number, but it keeps going out of my head. I try and call 911 but no one answers. I the second part of the dream, I’m standing on top of this snow covered slope with a girl I work with. She slips down the slope, and I run after her to see if she’s alright. By the time I get there, the paramedics are already there, and it seems she’s alright. 

In the first part of the dream, I’m in the large grass field with rows and rows of campers and very small houses. I come up to one of the very small houses. It’s just a bit wider than the door leading into it. I somehow know this place once belonged to my parents. I walk in side and find that there is a bed on the far end, and a book shelf. The carpet is green. I go over and look at the book shelf when the rest of my family comes in. The room suddenly seems to get bigger. I go into the bathroom that has suddenly appeared. Looking out the window, I see the most scenic, beautiful beach vista. I wish I had my camera on me. Then a bunch of people come and start looking in the window at me. That’s the end of the first part. In the second part, I’m in a Syrian airport with my family. I’m justifiably nervous about being there. A guard asks me to turn my backpack inside out because it’s camouflaged. All of a sudden the guards start leading everyone down this darkened 

It started as an argument with a guy at my college I find extremely pretentious and transphobic, but quickly escalated.  He bit off one of my toes.  Then he turned into a dog.  A whippet.

One of my friends from school was like a 13 year old Catholic school Andy Warhol and I was walking through one of her exhibitions. I was totally naked, and trying to figure out if my friend was transgender so I could refer to them by the right pronouns. The most vivid part of this is how young we were.

whatever so i’m with my ex-boyfriend, whom you resemble by the way, whatever whatever, and we’re hanging out in my car and after a really long time i suddenly realize that he no longer has a right hand. HOW DID I NOT NOTICE i think, and then i wake up and remember that this little corner of the web exists. so heeeere

I had a dream that I was late to a work meeting with my boss because I couldn’t find any clothes that fit.  He was outside the house waiting and I was running from room to room, looking for something decent and a salmon colored shirt but all the jeans I could find belonged to my son.  We were going on a long journey somewhere as a group for this meeting and I was holding up about 50 people with my inability to get dressed.

what does it mean, when you dream about your dad hanging from a tree dead?

i was in a bar,having a drink with my friend,then he entered the room.in black plain shirt,and i was asking him why he is late for the event but he just continue doing his thing.then i woke up.and txted him,asked him what is he doing while im asleep and what is he wearing,to my surprise he was wearing and doing the same thing like in my dream.

It was the late 70s and I was shooting heroin with a bunch of early SNL cast members when Lorne Michaels showed up and asked me to audition